There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child, I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I've got that feeling once again. I can't explain you will not understand. This is not how I am.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 470 | 2016-08-29 15:12:43 | 109.39 | 97% |
| 415 | 2016-08-29 11:41:11 | 112.12 | 99% |
| 154 | 2016-08-26 17:34:29 | 94.71 | 92% |